Junkies
Revelation Mary
Take me down to the bed of the river
Blood trivia, suicide thinker
Hands tied, they're tightly vowen
Spirit rythm I'm pure and chosen... I want you
I hunger for your loving hands
I thirst for the cradle of legato chants
Reverse the sides of the common man
Direct your hate like the Son of Sam
Await your fate it's all in your hands
Centerfolds of oozies aren't they so grand
I am Something, I am Nothing
Timeless and Broken, Unsung and Chosen
Preaching - Teaching - Searching - Feasting
For the profound feeling,
From Letras Mania